by Ken Sehested
In seasons of dark desire eyes strain for Eden’s refrain and flickered light ’mid the fright of earth’s travail. Oh, Beloved. . . .
Unleash your Voice of Pardon from wrath’s consuming reign. Speak peace to the hungered of heart.
Spring from the ground, hope-soaked, heeding Glory’s approach and steadfast love’s embrace. Oh, Beloved. . . . Read more ›